O Lord, we come this morning Knee-bowed and body-bent Before Thy throne of grace. O Lord—this morning— Bow our hearts beneath our knees,

The hand of Fate cannot be stayed… The course of Fate cannot be stee… By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be p…

Around the council-board of Hell,… The Three Great Scourges of huma… Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek a… ‘O, Prince, I have stalked the ea… And my victims by ten thousands I…

O brothers mine, to-day we stand Where half a century sweeps our ke… Since God, through Lincoln’s read… Struck off our bonds and made us m… Just fifty years - a winter’s day…

O mighty, powerful, dark-dispellin… Now thou art risen, and thy day be… How shrink the shrouding mists bef… As up thou spring’st to thy diurna… How darkness chases darkness to th…

Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing disco… Then come away, come to the peacef… Here bathe your soul in silence.… From out the palpitating solitude

Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She’s resting in the bosom of Jes… Heart-broken husband—weep no more; Grief-stricken son—weep no more;

(Negro Love Song) Breeze a-sighin’ and a-blowin’, Southern summer night. Stars a-gleamin’ and a-glowin’, Moon jes shinin’ right.

Three students once tarried over t… And into Frau Wirthin’s turned to… ‘Say, hostess, have you good beer… And where is that pretty daughter… ‘My beer and wine is fresh and cle…

Enough of love! Let break its eve… Ended my youthful folly! for I kn… That, like the dazzling, glister-s… Celia, thou art beautiful, but col… I do not find in thee that warmth…

Mother, shed no mournful tears, But gird me on my sword; And give no utterance to thy fears… But bless me with thy word. The lines are drawn! The fight is…

The glory of the day was in her fa… The beauty of the night was in her… And over all her loveliness, the g… Of Morning blushing in the early… And in her voice, the calling of t…

Have you been sore discouraged in… And even sometimes weighted by the… That those with whom and those for… Lagged far behind, or dared but fa… And that the opposing forces in th…

See! There he stands; not brave,… Of sullen stupor. Mark him well!… Not more like brute than man? Loo… No light is there; none, save the… In the now glaring, and now shifti…

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic lig… The blend of star-sheen and black… O’er which, to sound their glamour… A man might bend, and vainly gaze. Her eyes, twin pools so dark and d…